19 - Cute

19 - Cute

Cillian

Two things I noticed after being Emma’s bodyguard for forty minutes.

One. She looked adorable with bedhead hair. Her blonde wavy locks tangled up and framing her face.

Two. She most likely drools in her sleep.

“I’d say neither of them as you’re not going out, but if I had to choose, I’d pick the red one. It suits your flushed cheeks.”

Her cheeks turned a cute shade of pink and she dropped the skirts on her bed. She didn’t meet my eyes as she asked, “What are you doing here?” She was going through her clothes, hiding from me in her closet. “And what do you mean by I’m not going out?”

I straightened up to my full height and entered her room. Since the forensics had done their job, it was back to normal as it was. I had asked the house staff to clean up her room once again, so she won’t ever remember that someone had invaded her privacy.

“I’m your bodyguard, Doll,” I said, picking up the red skirt from the bed and feeling the soft fabric. I dropped it and looked ov